Opening his eyes, Zhu Yi looked at his small hand. Turning his head, he saw the calendar on the wall. It was December 3rd, 1980 in the Chinese calendar. The thick, solid black characters told Zhu Yi that this was not a dream.,"Zhuge, wake up. " 。That cold voice echoed, and a man materialized in mid-air. He wore a silver dragon mask that covered half his face, hiding everything except his eyes and a hint of something beneath. Despite this, he emanated an innate majesty. His eyes glittered, seeming to hold endless wisdom. Like stars in the night, they offered a glimmer of guidance, leading souls astray, drawing them into their depths until they surrendered themselves completely. 。"Venerable One, how did you come to be here" Indeed, the one who appeared was the Lord Yama of Hell, the actual ruler of the Underworld. 。",Zhu Yi also didn't pretend. Besides, the person in front of him wasn't someone he, a five-year-old, could handle. He was a real Venerable, the existence that people called gods in legends. 。。